Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy New Year 2013: Romancing the eReader

Happy New Year 2013!

Guess who? I'm your new eReader. All sexy swirls and curly Qs. Just waiting for you to click me on and take you to paradise. Yes, I know, your rabbit vibrator made the same promises...but I've got something special to offer you.

I've got romance.

I can sweep you away to that special place in your mind where you can fall in love over and over again...and have great sex.

So, put away your bunny vibe and hop aboard!

I'm trim and gorgeous. Sexy design. Botox-smooth case.

Slimmer than I've been in years.

Clear, no-glare screens. And those cute keyboards. Like sassy, high-heeled shoes. Makes you want to let your fingers do the walking.

And no more of those pesky page numbers to get in the way. It's like weighing yourself after you've gone on your mocha latte splurge. Who wants to know?

I do have a pet peeve about those TOCs. Half the time the Table of Contents key doesn't work, sending ahead in the story and you know who's sleeping with whom before you've guessed. it.

And don't talk to me about Bookmarks.

They're like old boyfriends who won't go away. Once you've marked them, you're stuck with them.

Ah, but I can't stop drooling over the hunky guys on the Cover. Muscle-bound heroes to die for.

A stormy day and Chloe gets caught in the rain until a mysterious stranger who
calls himself “the Hunter” offers her shelter in his old Victorian mansion.
And tells her about the secret ritual of the geisha when she loses her
virginity.

Sensual, mysterious, naughty...

Will Chloe lose her
virginity before morning comes?

EXCERPT:

Did she want to remain a virgin for the rest of her
life?

Or worse yet, what if she got herself into a situation where her
emotions were running high and she fucked a guy in the backseat of a car or in a
hotel room then regretted it later.

Why not make love now with this
handsome stranger who was as mystical as he was appealing?

“You know
another way for a girl to lose her virginity?” Chloe asked.

“Yes,” he
said, his voice low. “An elegant and exquisite ritual practiced by the
geisha.”

“I thought geisha didn’t sleep with their customers,” she said,
toying with the long, silk kimono. She took a deep breath and leaned forward,
eager to hear more.

“They don’t,” the Hunter admitted, “which is why
their virginity was a prized commodity and often auctioned off to the highest
bidder.”

Chloe’s eyes widened. She imagined she was a beautiful geisha
with long black hair trailing down her back to her knees, trembling as she stood
before the men in the tea house. Her flaming red silk kimono open and exposing
her slender nude body for their inspection.

“Tell me more,” she pleaded.
She wasn’t afraid. The Hunter exhibited a protectiveness toward her that made
her feel safe.

“If you insist,” he said with a wide smile.

“I do.”

“A more civilized deflowering ceremony is performed in Japan,” he said,
“where the new vase or virgin doesn’t undergo the pain of penetration by an
overzealous husband or lover.” The Hunter slid the kimono off her shoulders. She
moaned in pleasure when he lifted her breasts to his mouth, licking one nipple
than the other. “Rather, the ritual is performed by a complete
stranger.”

Chloe bit down on her lower lip, her mind reeling with wild
imaginings. “Show me.”